Page 61 of Bursting With Love
Savannah put her cheek against his and whispered, “Why did it take so long for us to find each other?”
His eyes narrowed as his hand slipped between her legs. “Fate. I wouldn’t have been ready before now.”
He stroked her lightly, teasing her until she swelled and became slick against his fingers. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to be spoiled by his touch. When she was with Connor, she’d always felt pressure to perform, and with Jack it was just the opposite. She wanted to touch him, to please him, and she wanted to be loved by him—but there was no rush, no feeling of mandatory reciprocation.
Jack kissed her lips, then licked a slow trail down her neck and dragged his teeth along the sharp edge of her collarbone. Savannah sucked in a quick breath, her insides tugging for him, needing him. His fingers moved in slow erotic strokes, never once entering her. She arched her neck back, then grabbed his wrist, urging him to enter her. Then his mouth was on hers, kissing her with such intensity that it spurred a rush of fire through her center. His fingers moved faster, his tongue devoured her mouth, and his erection pressed against her leg. She breathed in deeply through her nose, inhaling his masculine scent. His eyes blinked open, and the veracity in them sent her spiraling toward the edge. The muscles in her legs flexed, and her insides squeezed tight.
“Jack.”
In the next breath, he was inside her, loving her fast and hard.
“Ah,” she cried, grabbing his hips.
He slowed, and she knew he thought he’d hurt her. She pulled him toward her, urging him deeper.
“More,” was all she could say.
He groaned, and she knew by the tension in his body, as she’d learned the night before, he was just as close to coming undone as she was. She arched her hips to meet his thrusts and spread her knees as wide as they would go, allowing him to penetrate her deeper. His eyes widened and his breaths came harder, faster, as he quickened his pace.
She clenched the silky sheets in her fists and curled her toes under as the sensations heightened. She needed to come so badly—but she wanted to do it with him.
“Jack,” she urged. “Come with me.”
He thrust harder. Savannah dug her heels into the mattress to keep from inching up the slippery sheets. Sweat beaded their bodies, and Jack brushed his lips over hers. “Now, Savannah.”
With his next thrust, Savannah cried out his name, rocking her hips against his, turned on by the masculine grunts that sifted into her ears and clutched her heart. She felt herself falling for everything about him, from the muscles rippling beneath her fingers to the softness of his midnight confessions. The way he asked if it was okay to touch her in certain places and the way he forced control in others. Her body shook beneath him with the last sensual constriction of her climax.
Jack’s slick body came to rest atop hers, breathing as heavily as she was. He was so big. So heavy and strong, and when he looked down at her, she saw a gentleness that didn’t quite fit but stole another piece of her heart.
He leaned his forehead against hers. “Savannah, I want you to know something.”
“Sounds serious.”
“I don’t know if this is the time to talk, but I need you to hear this. I know I’ve got a long way to go in dealing with everything.” His eyes played over hers. “And I’m sure you’re wondering if I’ll ever get over Linda. I spent two years wondering if I would. Last night I realized that I’ll always love her, and I will probably always feel guilty about losing her the way I did. But the way you’ve touched my heart is one hundred and eighty degrees different from the way anyone ever has before. Everything about us—how we talk, how we touch, how we make love—it’s all different. Deeper. There’s no comparison between you and her, and I’ll do my best to try to keep from mentioning her name.”
She knew she could believe him, but she also knew the pressure that would put him under. She could already see the gears in his mind ticking away, worrying, preparing the guilt for when her name came up, and that’s not what she wanted him to live with.
“Jack, Linda was a big part of your life, and I don’t expect you to forget her or to pretend she didn’t exist. She did exist, and that’s okay. You are who you are because of everything you went through and everything you had together. I can’t imagine that getting over the hurt and dealing with the grief is going to be easy.”
“I can do it,” he said. “I will do it.”
“I know you can, and I believe you will. But please, you have to know that Linda is not a threat to me.” As she said the words, she realized it was true. “You’ll probably have times when you remember something about her and it makes you happy or sad, or when you just need to talk about her. I’m a big girl, Jack. I get that. I’ve watched my father grieve for my mother forever.” Not that I’d want you having conversations with your dead wife. “You’re not in this alone anymore. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” She brushed his hair from his forehead and cupped his cheek in her hand.
